07-21-2017, 11:28 PM
Yes. Yes. YES!
A dragon!
The faunus breathed deeply as her blood rushed through her veins like a river. Her adrenaline pumped into her muscles and made her heart beat like a drum. Her eyes mocked that of frenzied beasts closing for the killing blow to their prey, knowing they would eat well for the night. To summarize Amber’s feelings: It was her moment. This was her chance to show her strength. She would return home with more than a toenail this time.
She would have it's head.
The faunus reared back on the iceberg, sliding close to its edge where the water below her craved to swallow her whole. It’s icy breath chilled her legs, only comparable to the dragon’s minty fresh maw.
The dragon of frost hunted her again, bearing it’s spearhead-sized teeth at her as it came in to chomp down on her head. It was much faster than she had anticipated for being so damn fat. Luckily, the nimbletoed faunus was just as fast, diving to the side to dodge the overgrown lizard’s razor teeth.
“Ha! You're not quick enough!” Yelled the angry feline as she put Razorback back in it’s holster. Speed would be her greatest ally in this fight and she knew that well. Her pink claws burst from her fingertips menacingly as they reached for the dragon's neck. A small bit of blood trickled from the wounds but were hardly flesh-deep. The winged lizard seemed unphased by Amber’s pitiful attempt to make a mark on it’s tough scales. It began to take flight again, carrying the faunus with it.
“Oh shit! Cats can't fly! Fuck!” She clawed desperately to keep from falling into the icy island from too high up. Even if she landed on her feet, it wasn't going to feel good.
The dragon soared at speeds Amber could only imagine. The amount of grace in its flight pattern was extremely pitiful, however. It swung around crazily, attempting to shake the cat girl off of its huge body. In numerously successive failed attempts to do so, it got another idea, spying a loose formation of solid ice penetrating the gentle ocean of ice water. It swung low, towards the icen spire where it was sure it would leave Amber as a Veritz-pancake in the frozen water. The faunus could see the dragon’s intent, but she wasn’t ready to die just yet.
“You’ll have to try harder than that!” She yelled grasping it’s neck firmly and slingshotting herself towards onto its other side just before it collided with the column. It was a struggle to hold on, but somehow, the faunus’s death grip remained true.
It was now that she realized just how powerful this thing was at the wing. That would be her objective: Ground the dragon and make it vulnerable.
The struggle for control continued. Scale-y had become increasingly annoying with the cat’s continued survival. She took her hand and dug it into the dragon’s huge, ugly face. It wailed out in response to the dagger-like claws penetrating its boney skull. This is when Amber lost her grip, almost flying completely back. If not for her quick reflexes, she would surely be dead. Her claw grabbed the wing bone of its left wing, flopping her around crazily as it continued to fly. If she could just reach for Razorback. The dragon would lose it’s wing...and she wouldn't lose her lunch.
A dragon!
The faunus breathed deeply as her blood rushed through her veins like a river. Her adrenaline pumped into her muscles and made her heart beat like a drum. Her eyes mocked that of frenzied beasts closing for the killing blow to their prey, knowing they would eat well for the night. To summarize Amber’s feelings: It was her moment. This was her chance to show her strength. She would return home with more than a toenail this time.
She would have it's head.
The faunus reared back on the iceberg, sliding close to its edge where the water below her craved to swallow her whole. It’s icy breath chilled her legs, only comparable to the dragon’s minty fresh maw.
The dragon of frost hunted her again, bearing it’s spearhead-sized teeth at her as it came in to chomp down on her head. It was much faster than she had anticipated for being so damn fat. Luckily, the nimbletoed faunus was just as fast, diving to the side to dodge the overgrown lizard’s razor teeth.
“Ha! You're not quick enough!” Yelled the angry feline as she put Razorback back in it’s holster. Speed would be her greatest ally in this fight and she knew that well. Her pink claws burst from her fingertips menacingly as they reached for the dragon's neck. A small bit of blood trickled from the wounds but were hardly flesh-deep. The winged lizard seemed unphased by Amber’s pitiful attempt to make a mark on it’s tough scales. It began to take flight again, carrying the faunus with it.
“Oh shit! Cats can't fly! Fuck!” She clawed desperately to keep from falling into the icy island from too high up. Even if she landed on her feet, it wasn't going to feel good.
The dragon soared at speeds Amber could only imagine. The amount of grace in its flight pattern was extremely pitiful, however. It swung around crazily, attempting to shake the cat girl off of its huge body. In numerously successive failed attempts to do so, it got another idea, spying a loose formation of solid ice penetrating the gentle ocean of ice water. It swung low, towards the icen spire where it was sure it would leave Amber as a Veritz-pancake in the frozen water. The faunus could see the dragon’s intent, but she wasn’t ready to die just yet.
“You’ll have to try harder than that!” She yelled grasping it’s neck firmly and slingshotting herself towards onto its other side just before it collided with the column. It was a struggle to hold on, but somehow, the faunus’s death grip remained true.
It was now that she realized just how powerful this thing was at the wing. That would be her objective: Ground the dragon and make it vulnerable.
The struggle for control continued. Scale-y had become increasingly annoying with the cat’s continued survival. She took her hand and dug it into the dragon’s huge, ugly face. It wailed out in response to the dagger-like claws penetrating its boney skull. This is when Amber lost her grip, almost flying completely back. If not for her quick reflexes, she would surely be dead. Her claw grabbed the wing bone of its left wing, flopping her around crazily as it continued to fly. If she could just reach for Razorback. The dragon would lose it’s wing...and she wouldn't lose her lunch.
"I've been neglected, harassed, beaten, and diminished all my life. What motivates me to continue? The glory of proving people wrong. Being worth more than the numbing existence offered me. To be a hero." - Amber